The League of Super Villains (A Dark Comedy)

[TheWhovian]

Dr. Thadius Langston III strode through his compound, carved deep into the single volcano of his private tropical island. He was a tall, gangly man with long pianist fingers, high cheek bones and a thatch of wildly untamed black hair. His long white lab coat was had seen better days and was covered with bits of brains, blood and other less savory substances. He muttered to himself as his long leg carried him past shooting galleries, experiments in cages and the cafeteria.

His minion moved about him at a frantic pace, afraid to displease their overlord, or so it seemed. He knew that he could only push them so far though, or the damned union would be breathing down his neck again. Who knew, when he started off in the field of mad science, that minions would form a union?

He pushed his reading glassed back up on his long beak of a nose and stared down at the figures on his pad again, barely missing stepping into a bucket of toxic goo. His minions strove to clear a path for him, since he was always walking and reading, without being fully aware of his surroundings. The figures did not lie! His plans to take over the Caribbean could not be accomplished without the help of other super villains. He muttered again, as he neared the conference room.

Assembled there would be his guests, other super villains who he planned to interview for membership into his new League of Infamy. He was not set on the title yet, but as a working title it was pretty snazzy. As he walked through the double doors, and approached the long oval table, a cute minion wearing a short, yellow mini-skirt and a tube top was serving up drinks to his guests. With a shudder he plastered a fake smile on his face and walked slowly to the front of the room.

"Welcome fellow villains. Welcome to my lair." Public speaking was not his strong suit, nor was private chatting for that matter. In fact, he vastly preferred dealing with machines over people. Still, an effort had to be made, if he was to head his new league.

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[DeathsKnight]

Alex stood in the back of the room, he didn't want to sit, he was not even sure why he was invited or even why he allowed himself to be talked into coming by the girl who had delivered the summons. It most probably had something to do with the fact that she fitted his tastes perfectly...he wondered if perhaps she had been made for that purpose and if she was just a normal woman.

At six foot one, he wasn't the tallest, with his slender build, he wasn't the most intimidating, the fact that he hid his face made him even less sought after, but since he never dealt face-to-face with his clients he never had a problem. Behind that mask was a mass of scar tissue, Alex's face is burnt beyond recognition, the doctors could only save enough to make him live and that he did to his utmost...but his utmost was not the same as other people's.

Alex was an assassin, to be honest he was one of the best, with a 99% success record he was the most sought out killer there was. The fact that he was here unsettled him, the fact that the room was filled with villains of all sorts? That didn't set his mind at ease at all, it only worried him more. That he only had two hidden blades and no other weapon? THAT bothered him the most. As their host entered, he turned his attention to him and waited, listening to find out why they were all there.

 

[TheWhovian]

The Bobble headed minion was winking and flirting with the visiting villains. He thought her name was Janet, though the number 96 tattooed om the back of her neck was all that really mattered. Thadius found that numbering his minions, and his experiments, was simpler than trying to remember their names. He only remember Janet's because she was the girl who always popped out of his birthday cakes, sans clothing. He personally found the whole yearly affair rather boring, but the minions seemed to enjoy it, judging by their cat calls.

Suddenly he realized his lapel mic was not on. He tapped it experimentally as he waited for stragglers to come in. A rather dangerous looking assassin stood at the back of the room waiting. It made him nervous and he coughed. Why couldn't the fellow take a seat.